The Tasting Menu

There is a way of meeting our own nature where the qualities arrive through the senses. Strength is hot and red. Peace is black and tastes of black licorice. Love is pink and sweet on the tongue. The old contemplatives wrote about them the way you write about food, because that is how the body first meets them.

Two people in real union are two of these flavors meeting. Not blending into beige. Combining, the way espresso poured over cold cream becomes something neither was alone.

A tasting menu of those meetings.